Bound To The Boss
One of his hands was lodged casually inside his pocket while the other was relaxed near the gun at his side.
His boring, flat eyes skimmed over me like I was nothing to him.
“I was… just looking around.” I said while straightening my spine. Hoping I looked as confident as I thought I sounded
“Of course
"However, the boss would rather you stay for dinner."
He spoke in a respectful tone
I was about to argue when a voice, as smooth as silk and as sharp as a blade, interrupted.
"My curious kitten, ."
Halfway down the stairs, Luca stood with his jacket gone, his shirt sleeves rolled up, and tattoos that seemed to belong, on his forearm.
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